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We were in a store
and a guy in that store

Told us to put our uniforms on.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

he says...

The USA is in a war with Japan.

We couldn't believe it.

Well, our country was attacked.

It's different.

It wasn't like Korea or Vietnam.

We was attacked.

And, you know, it was a feeling that...

Maybe, we're just dumb country people but,

Where I come from, but,
a lot of us volunteered.

Who would like to volunteer
for the tank corps?

Who would like to volunteer
for the air force?

Who would like to volunteer
for the navy or whatever?

and then, they said,

"Who would like to volunteer
for the airborne?"

Somebody says,
"What the hell's the airborne?"

Nobody ever heard of it.

We came from a small, small town

And three fellas in that town
were, that were "4f",

Committed suicide
because they couldn't go,

A different time.

I did things.

I didn't do 'em for medals,

I didn't do 'em for accolades.

I did 'em because
it's what had to be done.

The guy says, "would you
jump out of airplanes?

"You know, you got
all your army equipment

And you jump out of airplanes,
to fight the enemy."

These guys, they said, "go to hell".

Nobody put up their hands.

And then, I don't know
what it was brought it up,

But the guy giving
the speech was saying,

"But you get paid 50$ a month more."

So, that made it a hundred bucks.

I want a whiff of chicken pie.

Okay, boys, let's
get this gear stowed.

Fox Company,

We go in five.

In the name of the father
and the son and of the holy...

1st platoon draw small arms.

Do you need a hand, lieutenant?

"Easy Company!"

Listen up!

Gather up around me.
Just move it up, c'mon, gentlemen.

Let's go!

Now, the channel coast is
socked in with rain and fog.

High winds on the drop zone.

No jump tonight.

The invasion has been postponed.

We're on a 24 hour stand-down.

Son of a bitch.

Drill sergeants, take charge.

Well, this is quite a surprise.
Not particularly.

It so happens I rather expected it

Well, I can't see how you people
can pass up 80,000$

for the cause.

For whose cause?

If you're so interested
in serving a cause,

Why don't you join the army?

oh...

I think it's clearing up.

You think it's clearing up?

No.

I think it's clearing up.

How are your men?

They'll be fine.

Five o'clock in new york.

Four o'clock in chicago.

Happy hour, huh?

Yeah. Happy hour.
A couple of drinks,

Maybe an early dinner
before the theater.

A civilized place for civilized men.

Should've been born earlier, nix.

What, and give up all this?

We'll go to chicago, i'll take you there.

Yeah.

We'll see.

Actually, you know who's from there?

Who?

Oh, him.

712 days of that
son of a bitch and here we are.

You people are at
the position of attention.

Private perconte, have you been
blousing your trousers

-Over your boots like a paratrooper?
-No, sir.

Then explain the creases
at the bottom.

No excuse, sir.

Volunteering for the parachute infantry
is one thing, perconte,

But you've got a long way to
prove that you belong here.

Your weekend pass is revoked.

- Name?
- Luz, George.

Dirt in the rear side aperture.

Pass revoked.

When did you sew on these chevrons,
sergeant Lipton?

Yesterday, sir.

Long enough to notice this.

Revoked.

Sir.

-Name?
-Malarkey, Donald G.

Malarkey? Malarkey's slang
for bullshit, isn't it?

Yes, sir.

Rust on the butt plate hinge spring,
private bullshit.

Revoked.

- Name?
- Liebgott, Joseph D, sir.

Rusty bayonet, Liebgott.

- You wanna kill germans?
- Yes, sir.

Not with this.

I wouldn't take this
rusty piece of shit to war,

And I will not take you
to war in your condition.

Now, thanks to these men
and their infractions,

Every man in the company
who had a weekend pass,

Has lost it.

Change into your "PT" gear,
we're running currahee.

2nd platoon fall out.

We have two minutes.

Fall out!

I ain't going up that hill.

Hey, perconte, what are you
thinking of,

Blousin' your pants?

Shut up, martin, alright?
he gigged everybody.

Yeah, well, you should know better.

-Don't give him no excuses.
-Excuses?

Why don't you come here,
look at these trousers,

Get down and you tell me if there's
a crease on 'em?

Alright, let's go, on the road in
"PT" formation.

Let's move, move, move!

Perconte, let's go, perconte.

Private white, why are you not
in your PT gear?

I asked you a question, private.

Oh, "Easy Company".

And while you're running,
don't worry,

We'll take your dames
to the movies for you.

Yeah, good, they need
some female company.

-Where do we run?
-Currahee.

And what does "currahee" mean?

We stand alone.

How far up, how far down?

Three miles up, three miles down.

And what company is this?

"Easy company."

And what do we do?

Stand alone.
Do not help that man!

Do not help that man.

We do not stop.

You've got 30 minutes to get
to the top of this mountain

If you wanna serve
in the paratroopers.

Hi-ho, Silver!

C'mon, you can make it up there.

C'mon.
C'mon now, c'mon, alley, let's go.

C'mon, Guarnere.
Christenson, c'mon.

I never thought i'd see the day,
private Wynn.

We are coming on 23 minutes.

That may be good enough
for the rest of the 506,

But that is not good enough
for "Easy Company".

We can make it, we can do this,
c'mon.

I'm gonna say something.

To who?

Lieutenant Winters.

What is it?

Permission to speak, sir?

Permission granted.

Sir, we got nine companies, sir.

That we do.

Well, how come we're the only company

Marching every friday night,
12 miles, full pack,

in the pitch dark?

Why do you think, private Randleman?

Lieutenant Sobel hates us, sir.

Lieutenant Sobel does not hate
"Easy Company",

Private Randleman.

He just hates you.

Thank you, sir.

He hates him back.
he hates you, too, Muck.

Lieutenant Winters,
I want canteens out of belts

With the caps unscrewed.

"Easy company", canteens out and open.

On my command, they will pour
the contents onto the ground.

On the co's order, you will
upend your canteen.

Now, lieutenant.

Pour 'em.

Who is this?

Christenson.

Why is there no water in your canteen?

You drank from your canteen,
didn't you?

Sir,I..

-Lieutenant Winters.
-Yes, sir.

Was this man ordered to not drink
from his canteen

-during the friday night march?
-He was, sir.

Private Christenson, you have disobeyed
a direct order.

You will fill your canteen

And repeat all 12 miles of the
march immediately.

Yes, sir.

Fall out!

What in the name of god are you
doing with my company?

You're late and you allow troopers

to disobey direct orders?

No excuse, sir.

You're making me look bad, lieutenant.

This is not "Dog company".

This is not "Fox company".

This, this is "Easy company".

And under my command,
this will be the first

and finest company in this regiment.

I want the names of six men,

their infractions

And your disciplinary recommendations
on my desk by 0130.

Is that clear?

What infractions, sir?

Find some.

So, what'd you do?

Picked six men
and gave 'em latrine duty.

The lucky six?

McDonald, Toye, Perconte,

Lipton,

Muck and Guarnere.

Why them?

It was their turn.

Sobel's a genius.

I had a headmaster just
like him in prep school.

I know the type.

Lewis,

Michelangelo's a genius,
Beethoven's a genius.

You know a man in this company

Who wouldn't double-time currahee
with a full pack

Just to piss in that guy's
morning coffee?

Let's go, let's go.

Stand in the door.
Go.

One thousand, two thousand.

You just broke both
your legs, private Gordon.

Are you trying to get yourself killed?

No, sir.

Stand in the door.

Shit.

To the wall, to the wall.
Over as a team.

Go on, against the wall.

Jesus, what the hell is this?

That's pig guts, boy.

Goddammit!

Why are you here, private Gordon?

-I wanna be in the airborne, sir.
-I don't believe you.

why are you here, private Gordon?

I wanna be in the airborne, sir.

You have 50 minutes to the top and back,
and I will be watching you.

What are you waiting for?

"Easy company" has
the finest performance record

In the entire 2nd battalion.

I believe every bit of that is
thanks to you.

-Congratulations, captain Sobel.
-Thank you, sir.

Isn't that lieutenant winters leading
"Easy company" in "PT"?

Yes, sir.

He's a damned good man.

I was planning on giving him a set
of these today.

Why don't you do it?

He'd be proud to get 'em from you.

Pornography, contraband.

Non-regulation clothing, contraband.

This man had 200 prophylactic kits
in his footlocker.

How in the name of god was
he gonna have the strength

to fight the war?

How is it private, private Tipper

Has spare time for so much
correspondence?

Captain, are personal letters to be
considered contraband?

These men aren't paratroopers yet,
lieutenant.

They have no personal property.

What is this?

Anybody?

Er, it's a can of peaches, sir.

Lieutenant Nixon thinks this is a
can of peaches.

That is incorrect, lieutenant.

Your weekend pass is cancelled.

This is United States Army property

which was taken, without authorization,

from my mess facility,

and I will not tolerate thievery in my unit.

Whose footlocker is this?

private Parkes, sir.

Get rid of him.

All weekend passes are cancelled.

Officers included.

Carry on.

Lieutenant Winters.

Colonel sink has seen fit to promote you.

As 1st lieutenant, you'll serve as my
executive officer.

Congratulations.

Thank you, sir.

And, as a test of your
organizational skills

and command potential,

I am designating you...

Mess officer for 14 days.

Report to the mess kitchen at 0515 hours.

Company breakfast to be served at 0600.

Yes, sir.

Oh, and, dick...

There's rain forecast tomorrow,

so, the company will
have a light afternoon

of lecture and classroom instruction.

I think a special meal
before their afternoon off

would be a welcome change of pace.

would you agree?

Yes, sir.

I like spaghetti.

Hold on, more coming.

These guys are packing it away.

This stuff is orange.

SpaghettI ain't supposed to be orange.
This ain't spaghetti.

This is army noodles with ketchup.

You ain't gotta eat it.

Oh, c'mon, gonorrhea,
as a fellow italian,

you should know that calling this
crap spaghetti, is a mortal sin.

You don't want it, i'll have it.

No, no, no,
i'm eating here.

Hey, get outta here.

Orders changed, get up!

Lectures are cancelled.

"Easy company"
is running up currahee.

Move, move!

Three miles up, three miles down.

Hi-ho, silver!

Let's go, let's go.

You're a washout, private Hoobler!

You should pack up both your ears
and go home.

Looks like Gordon's done.

Aren't you, Gordon, you finished?

You do not deserve to get your wings.

Private Randleman, you look tired.

There's an ambulance waiting for you at
the bottom of the hill.

It can all be over right now.

No more pain, no more currahee.

No more captain Sobel.

We pull upon the risers,
we fall upon the grass,

We never land upon our feet,
we always hit our ass.

Aye, aye, christ almighty,
who the hell are we,

zim-zam, goddamn,
we're airborne infantry,

we pull upon the risers,
we fall upon the grass,

we never land upon our feet,
we always hit our ass,

hide tidee, christ almighty,
who the hell are we,

zim-zam, goddamn,
we're airborne infantry.

So, do we feel like we're ready to
be army paratroopers?

yes, sergeant.
I hope so.

This'll be the first of five exits
from a C47 aircraft

scheduled for today.

Get ready.

Stand up.

Hook up.

Upon successful completion
of your fifth and final jump,

you'll be certified
army paratroopers.

Check equipment!

Sound-off for equipment check!

Nine okay.

Eight okay.

Seven okay.

Six okay.

Five okay.

Four okay.

Three okay.

Two okay.

One okay.

There'll be a lot of men dropping
from the sky today.

Hopefully, under deployed canopies.

Stand in the door!

I guarantee you're gonna love it,
lieutenant.

Go, go!

Jumping from 1000 feet lgl

in sticks of 12 jumpers
per aircraft.

All you have to do is
remember what you were taught,

and I guarantee you gravity
will take care of the rest.

Go, go, go, go!

Go, go, go!

Go, go, go!

Damnit.

And, gentlemen,
rest assured,

any refusals in the aircraft
or at the door...

and I guarantee you, you will...

be out of the airborne.

Four okay.

Three okay.

Two okay.

-One okay.
-Stand in the door.

Go!

1,000, 2,000, 3,000,
4,000, 5,000, 6,000,

7,000, 8,000, 9,000!

Hi-ho, Silver.

Now just think, if you had
any class or style like me,

somebody might mistake you for somebody.

You mean like your fucking sergeant?

I'm just kidding.

congratulations, Martin.

Corporal Toye, there will be
no leaning in my company.

Are those dusty jump wings?

How do you expect to slay the huns

with dust on your jump wings?

Luz, just give me a drink.

Hell of an idea, Joe.

There you go.

Three miles up,
three miles down.

Ten-hut!

Well, at ease, paratroopers.

-Good evening, "Easy company".
-Evening, sir.

Now, parachute infantry
is a brand new concept

in american military history.

But by god, the 506 is gonna
forge that brand new concept

-into victory.
-Yes, sir.

I want you to know that i'm damned
proud of each and every one of you.

Now, you deserve this party.

-thank you, sergeant Grant.
-Sir.

So, I want you to have fun...
and remember our motto...

currahee!

currahee!

Petty.

Map.

C'mon.

Ah, christ.

We're in the wrong position.

We're in the wrong position.

We're textbook position for ambush,
sir.

We should sit tight,

let the enemy team come
into our killing zone.

They're right out there somewhere.

Let's just get 'em.

Sir, we have perfect cover here.

lieutenant, deploy your troops.

2nd platoon,

move out.

What?

Tactical column.

Captain, you've just been killed,

along with 95 percent of your company.

Your outfit?

"Easy company",
2nd battalion 506th.

Leave three wounded men on the ground

and report back to the assembly area.

Goddammit.

You, you, you.

Well, what are you gonna do?

Nothing, just keep training the men.

Am I interrupting?

No, no.

Lieutenant Lewis Nixon.

Lieutenant Harry Welsh,
just in from the 82nd.

Congratulations on the promotion.

Ah, thanks, if you wanna call it that.

You'll learn him pretty quickly,

no flaws, no vices, no sense of humor.

just like your chums up at battalion staff.

What's up?

I'm hearing a lot of rumblings.

Sobel?
Just talking about that.

So, he gets a little jumpy in the field?
Hmm-mmm.

He gets jumpy and then
you get killed.

That's nice.

Yeah, listen, if we discuss it,

I think it should just
be amongst ourselves.

Oh, absolutely.

2nd platoon ready?

Ready, sir.

Then get them in formation.

We're moving out.

Yes, sir.

Shut up, Cobb.

Eh, you gotta admit it.

He's got no chance.

Either the krauts will get him,

or one of us.

Who, Sobel?

He screwed up one maneuver.

Well, you know,
i'm always fumbling with grenades.

It would be easy if one went off by
accident, you know?

Well, now they must have put him in
charge for a reason.

Yeah, 'cause the army wouldn't make a
mistake, right, shift?

Going my way?

Wherever the train takes me.

Where do you suppose that might be?

-I haven't got a clue.
-Yeah, c'mon, take a guess.

Atlantic, Pacific, Atlantic?

I'm not the intelligence officer.
Mmm.

Well, as such, I of course know,
but if I told you,

i'd have to kill you.

So, don't tell me.

New York city.

Troop ship.

England.

We're invading europe, my friend.

Fortress Europa.

Since when do I drink?

If I thought you'd drink it,
I wouldn't offer it to you.

Nix?

What are you gonna do
when you get into combat?

Oh, I have every confidence
in my scrounging abilities.

And I have a case of vat 69
hidden in your footlocker.

Really?

Oh, yeah.

Morning.
Mmm.

This could turn into a real nice trip.

"Dear sir or madam,

"soon your son will drop from the sky

"to engage and defeat the enemy.

"Your frequent letters of
love and encouragement

"will arm him with a fighting heart.

"With that he cannot fail,
but will win glory for himself,

"make you proud of him
and his country ever grateful

"for his service
in its hour of need.

Signed Herbert M. Sobel,
captain commanding."

Right now, some lucky bastard's
headed for the south pacific.

Oh, what i'd give.

He's gonna get billeted on some
tropical island...

Keep talking.

Sitting under a palm tree
with six naked native girls,

Helping him cut up coconuts

so he can hand-feed 'em
to the flamingos.

flamingos are mean.

They bite.

So do the naked native girls.

With any luck.

Hey, guys,
i'm glad i'm going to Europe.

Hitler gets one of these
right across the windpipe.

Roosevelt changes thanksgiving
to joe toye day,

and pays me 10 grand a year for the rest
of my fucking life.

What if we don't get to Europe?

What if they send us to North Africa?

My brother's in North Africa.

He says it's hot.

-Really, it's hot in Africa?
-Shut up.

The point is,
it don't matter where we go.

Once we get into combat,
the only person you can trust

is yourself and the fella next to you.

Hey, as long as he's a paratrooper.

Oh, yeah?

And what if that paratrooper
turns out to be sobel?

If i'm next to sobel in combat,
i'm moving on down the line.

Hook up with some other officer,

like Heyliger or Winters.

I like Winters, he's a good man.

But when the bullets start flying,

I don't know if I want a quaker
doing my fighting for me.

How do you know he's a quaker?

He ain't catholic.
Neither's Sobel.

That prick's the son of Abraham.

He's what?

He's a jew.

I'm a jew.

Congratulations.

Get your nose out of my face.

What's all that about?

Gonorrhea called Sobel a jew.

Liebgott took offense
'cause he's a jew too.

Fighting over Sobel, that's smart.

Attack!

No, you wanna Kill him!

Parry right, parry left.

-Thrust! Take cover.
-Okay.

Yesterday, we talked about
magnetic declination

and the left add, right subtract rule.

Today we're gonna put it into practice.

there are two basic types
of fighting positions.

The first is the prepared position.

The advantages of a prepared position

are that it gives you cover and concealment.

Commence fire!

We'll then maneuver,
right in through these trees.

At the same time, our 2nd platoon,

in this particular case,
moves over here.

He's then gonna close with and kill or
capture that german.

Sobel's late.

Why is there a fence here?

There should be no fence here.

Tipper!

Yes, sir.

Give me the map.

Perconte, Luz.

Get the men, get 'em b..

Take cover behind those trees.

Alright, you heard the word.

There should be no,
there should be no fence here.

-We could go over it, sir.
-Really?

That's not the point,
where are the goddamn..

Where the goddamn hell are we?

-Perconte?
-Yeah.

-Sobel's lost again, right?
-Yeah, he's lost.

Fucking christ.

Can you do major Horton?

Does a wild bear crap
in the woods, son?

Shh, shh, shh.

Maybe the good major can goose
this schmuck.

Get us moving?

No way...

Oh yeah, yes.

You gotta, you gotta.

Alright, just this once.

Shh, shh.

Three five, six, eight, three, three.

-Isn't that the intersection?
-No, sir, it's here.

You're a full grid off.

Goddammit.

Is there a problem, captain Sobel?

Who said that?

Who broke silence?

I think it's major Horton, sir.

major Horton?

What is he, did he join us?

I think maybe he's moving
between the platoons, sir.

What is the goddamn holdup, mr. Sobel?

A fence, sir.

Um, god...

A barbed wire fence.

Oh, that dog just ain't gonna hunt.

Now, you cut that fence
and get this goddamn platoon

On the move!

Yes, sir!

Where are my goddamn wire cutters?

We have to move.

Sir, without captain
Sobel and 1 st platoon?

It's a "T" intersection.
We improvise.

Double envelopment laid
on a base of fire

to cut the road in all directions.

Hook right with 1 st squad.

Tell guarnere to move left with 2nd.

I'll be right up the middle with 3rd,
go.

Yes, sir.

Deary me.

Bloody hell.

You've done it now, yanks.

You've captured me.

Hi-ho, Silver!

Would that be the enemy?

As a matter of fact, yes.

Good work, 2nd platoon.

We took the objective.

Who is the idiot who
cut that man's fence?

I was ordered to, sir.

By whom?

Major Horton, sir.

-Major Horton?
-Yes, sir.

-Major Horton told you to do that?
-Yes, sir.

Major Horton ordered
you to cut the fence?

Yes, he did.

Major Horton is on leave in london.

Get those cows out of here.

Lieutenant Winters.

With captain Sobel's
compliments, sir.

Lieutenant.

Oh, for crying out loud.

This spells court-martial.

No, sir, I do not understand.

Your orders to me were to inspect
the latrines, at 1000 hours.

From 0930 to 0955 I was censoring
the enlisted men's mail

by order of colonel strayer.

At 1 000 hours I followed
your orders to the minute.

I changed that time to 0945.

-No one told me, sir.
-I telephoned.

I'm quartered with a family
that has no telephone.

-And sent a runner.
-No runner found me, captain.

Irregardless, when given
a task to perform by a ranking officer

to another officer.
You failed to do so.

Were I to let such a failure of duty
by my own xo go unpunished,

What kind of message
is that to the men?

I performed my duty as
I was ordered, sir.

And I disagree.

So, your options are quite simple,
lieutenant.

Punishment for your offenses
will be denial of

a 48-hour pass for 60 days.

Stand before me at attention.

Or you may initiate a letter of appeal

and request a trial by court-martial.

You spend your weekends
on the base anyway, dick.

Be a man, take the punishment.

May I borrow your pen, sir?

My endorsement, sir.

I request trial by court-martial.

We lost Winters to battalion mess.

-You're shitting me.
-No.

Strayer did it, while they try
to figure out the procedures

for his court-martial.

Well, Nix better find a loophole
and get him out.

And if he don't?

Winters scrambles eggs

while the rest of us make
the big jump with sobel.

Not me.

so we're going through with this, right?

We've gotta do something.

Yeah.

Alright.

Good.

But we'd all better be clear of the
consequences.

I don't care about the consequences.

We could be lined up
against a wall and shot.

Now, i'm ready to face that.

And every one of us had better be, too.

I will not follow that man into combat.

Me neither.

Alright.

Then let's do it.

I hereby...

No longer...

Wish to serve...

As a non-commissioned officer...

In "Easy company".

Alright, boys.

Good luck.

I ought to have you all shot!

This is nothing less
than an act of mutiny

while we prepare for the
goddamn invasion of europe.

-Sergeant Harris.
-Yes, sir.

Turn in your stripes,
collect your gear.

You are hereby transferred
out of my regiment.

Yes, sir.

Get out.

-Sergeant Ranney.
-Sir.

You consider yourself lucky,
i'm only busting you to private.

All of you ncos have disgraced
the 101st airborne.

You can consider yourself lucky that
we are on the eve

of the largest action in the
history of warfare,

which leaves me no choice,
but to spare your lives.

now, get out of my office
and get out of my sight.

Get.

Keep 'em coming, that-a-boy.

That's it.

I can only speculate, sir.

Most of the men would,
would never do this,

but I believe just
a few of the sergeants

may have felt their loyalty lay more
to the platoon than to the company.

And these few sergeants convinced all
of the other ncos in your company

to turn in their stripes?
As staff sergeants,

they have a great amount
of influence, sir.

But as I say,
the rest are good men.

I know them,
I can work with them.

this business with
the Winters' court-martial

has been an unpleasant distraction.

Indeed, indeed it has, sir.

However...

your command of "Easy company"
has been exemplary.

Thank, thank you, sir.

In fact, except for the actions of a
few of your noncoms,

I believe you've fielded one of the
finest companies of soldiers

i've ever seen.

Yes, sir.

Herbert, division has established

a parachute training school
at chilton foliat.

The idea is for non-infantry types
who...

Were vital to the coming invasion,

such as doctors and chaplains,
to take jump training there.

Frankly, I can't think of anyone more
qualified to command

such a school than you are.

Sir?

I'm reassigning you to chilton foliat.

I'm losing "Easy company"?

The war effort needs you elsewhere.

Permission to speak, sir?

Granted.

Is, who, who will be replacing me?

Lieutenant Meehan from
baker company is senior.

Good luck at chilton foliat, Herbert.

Don't let us down now.

No, sir.

Carry on.

2nd platoon, listen up.

I want the 1 st squad and a-side
tents right up there.

3rd squad, second row...

Holy shit.

No, it's all right, mate,
we're tommies. not bleedin' bosch.

-Is all this real?
-Yeah, yeah.

Well, some of it's from the hermans,

that somebody's tailors knocked up,

for you lads, actually, so,
you can get your mince pies

on some of this Jerry Clobber,
if you know what I mean.

-Not really.
-Eh?

Hey, Mac, you got a Luger?

I'm dying to
get my hands on a real luger.

Yeah, go on then.

Quick butchers, yeah?

Boy, she sure is a doozy.

-Yeah, it's pukka, innit.
-What?

Hey, petty.

Hey, mate.

You're having a bath if you think you're
half-inching that.

Oh, yeah.

Sorry.

Well, good luck.

You too, mate.

What's up, hoobs?

These men have been through
the toughest training

the army has to offer.

under the worst possible circumstances.

And they volunteered for it.

christ, Dick, I was just
shooting craps with them.

It's not like...

You know why they volunteered?

So, when things got really bad the man
in the foxhole

next to them would be the best.

Not some draftee who's
gonna get him killed.

Are you ticked because they like me?

Because i'm spending time
to get to know my soldiers?

I mean, c'mon,
you've been with these guys for, what,

-two years?
-I've been here for six days.

You're gambling, Bob.

So what, soldiers do that.

I don't deserve a reprimand for it.

What if you'd won?

What?

What-if-you'd-won?

Never put yourself in a position

where you can take from these men.

Lieutenant Meehan?

Enter.

On the last training jump,
I had a compass.

Close the flap.

-Then we turn left.
-Yeah.

Bearing zero four two,

12 minutes.

Then another left?

-Yes.
-Yeah.

Call it three five eight,
for 10 and a half minutes.

Green light, right over ramsbury.

Ramsbury.

Every single time.

Linear distance on the grid of about...

Okay.

Ramsbury,
Upottery.

So...

It's normandy.

St. Marie Du Mont.

Causeway number one.

Causeway number two.

The ultimate field problem.

The estuary of the douve river

divides two beachheads,
code-named Utah, here,

and Omaha, here.

Seaborne infantry will
hit these beaches in force

at a date and time to be specified.

H-hour, D-day.

Airborne's objective, gentlemen,

is to take the town of careltan,
or carentan,

thus linking Utah and Omaha into a single
continuous beachhead.

... linking Omah and Utah
into one continuous beachhead.

Each trooper will learn this operation
by heart

and know his and every
other outfits' mission

to the detail.

-Lieutenant Meehan?
-Yes, Dukeman.

Sir, are we dropping tonight?

When it's time for you to know,
we'll let you know.

In the meantime,
study these sand tables, maps,

and reconnaissance photos until you can
draw a map of the area by memory.

Now, we will drop
behind this atlantic wall

five hours before the 4th infantry
lands at Utah.

And between our assembly area and the
battalion's objective,

there is a German garrison

right here in this area,
St. Marie Du Mont.

"Easy company" will destroy that garrison.

Three day supply of k-rations,
chocolate bars, charms candy,

powdered coffee, sugar, and matches.

Compass, bayonet, entrenching tool,

ammunition, gas mask.

Musette bag with ammo, my webbing,
my.45, canteen,

two cartons of smokes.

Hawkins mine, two grenades,

smoke grenade, gamma grenade,

TNT, this bullshit,

-and a pair of nasty skivvies.
-What's your point?

you know, this stuff
weighs as much as I do.

I've still got my chute, my reserve chute,
My mae west, my M-1.

Where are you keeping
your brass knuckles?

I could use some brass knuckles.

Sergeant Martin.

-Hey, Vest, anything for me?
-No.

Sergeant Martin.

For Talbert.

Your condoms?

-I don't know, probably.
-What you got?

"Dear Floyd, give 'em hell."

It's from chief of the Kokomo
police department.

Right.

Whoa, you've gotta love cops.

Alright, listen up, listen up.

If you did not sign your
give life insurance policy,

you go on over and see sergeant Evans

at the headquarters company tent.

You boys don't let your families

miss out on 10,000$.

You hear that, Gerry?

Hey, lip?

Yeah, boy.

Has Guarnere said anything to you
about his brother?

-No.
-I got a problem.

My wife keeps up with things
back home, casualty lists and like that.

-Yeah?
-Guarnere's brother in italy?

-Henry?
-Killed in Monte Cassino.

-Well, i'm sure he doesn't know.
-Damn.

-What'd you think I should do?
-If it were me, i'd tell him.

Couple of hours before we jump?

I don't know.

Why they springing
these things on us now?

It's just an extra 80 pounds
strapped to your leg.

Does anybody have any idea how
the hell this thing works?

Colonel sink.

Colonel sink.

"Soldiers of the regiment:

"tonight is the night

"of nights.

"Today, as you read this,
you are en route

"to the great adventure for which
you have trained for

over two years."

So, that's why they gave us ice cream.

"Easy company", listen up!

Channel coast is socked
in with rain and fog.

No jump tonight.

The invasion has been postponed.

We're on a 24-hour stand-down.

Well, this is quite a surprise.

Not particularly.

It so happens I rather expected it.

Well, I can't see how you people can
pass up 80,000$

-for the cause.
-For whose cause?

If you're so interested
in serving a cause,

why don't you join the army?

-Next, please.
-Oh, 4-M.

You look 1 -a to me.

Hey, you don't look so bad yourself.

"Dearest Johnny."

Well, should you be giving blood?

I woke up.

-I got the wrong goddamn jacket.
-Shh.

I was struck by lightning.

Nobody dancing.

It doesn't matter.

"Your pal, bill guarnere's brother..."

Good luck, lads.

See you, Tommy.

See you, mate.

Try and get these leg straps through.

Johnny?

Got something you might be
looking for.

Took your jacket by mistake.

I'm sorry.

You read it?

Where the fuck is Monte Cassino?

I don't know.

Italy somewhere.

Sorry about your brother, Bill

He was, er...

Let's get this over with.

Bill?

I'll meet up with you over there.

Gentlemen, Doc Roe is handing these
out for air sickness.

Orders are,
every man takes one now,

another 30 minutes
in the air.

Lieutenant.

2nd platoon, listen up.

Good luck.

God bless you.

I'll see you in the assembly area.

If the wire constant is sensitive,

then I think all we should have to
deal with is...

Goddamn, Lieb.

That airsick pill
is making me loopy.

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